blue and white

the ocean acts as a mirror to the sky. two blue entities expand endlessly. from thousands of meters in the air, you cannot differentiate the two. speedboats soar like comets, rockets, or shooting stars dancing across the isolating vastness of the cosmos. clouds mimic the crashing of waves; cumulus cotton balls bustle under languid cirrostratus sheets. as i close my eyes, i imagine spiraling down to the earth. when accelerating tens of thousands of feet in mere seconds, i am subsumed by a whirlpool of blue and white. on the muted horizon, there is no knowing which way is up.

it’s strange that in vehicles which weigh hundreds of thousands of pounds I feel the most weightless. the gargantuan heft is unimaginable. stampedes of elephants, stampedes of wildebeests, and whales which have become synonymous with impenetrably excessive weight, are less burdensome of a load than this careening machine. this crushing weight lofts across the sky, as if it makes any sense at all.

o’ this careening machine. it was once proof of the impossible. no longer must we be relegated to toil in the soil with our flat feet; a new world opened in the sky, filled with mystery, opportunity, and the unimaginable future. no longer must we crash for our hubristic desires. instead this incomprehensible feat is simply a form of commuting, endured with gritted teeth and neck pillows.

as time goes on the world becomes increasingly unrecognizable. awe inspiring advancements become simple commonplace mundanities. within me there is an ancient fear unaccustomed to the incessant evolutions of the world around me. yet as the world spins, so do i.